'My friend, the late Ian Fleming, the James Bond man, was really responsible for the story you're going to see now. We were staying the weekend at a house in Vermont and at dinner the roast leg of lamb was so dry and tough that Ian looked across to me and whispered 'This ruddy thing must have been in the deep freeze for ten years. She ought to be shot'. 'No' I said 'not shot. I think there must be a more interesting punishment than that', and that's how the idea for this story began...'